Prurient

By Muffy Wilson

In order to know true virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. Indulge your darkest desires with zeal and avarice; permit me to introduce you to vice.

The Marquis de Sade was young, decent and inexperienced—once upon a time.

His fictionalized beginnings are imagined on a childhood fairytale known well to us all. In this story, youth and innocence, resistance and temptation, control and self-discipline, humility and avarice are all the complicated facets of his personality and appetites.

This is the beginning of his long and sordid plunge into the hungry underbelly of debauchery…

Born of humble lineage to a newly departed working miller, the oldest and middle sons of three would combine their patrimony of a mill and a donkey so that they could provide for their families.

The youngest was bequeathed a cat.

Destined to starve to death with nothing but this cat, he thought to eat the cat and fashion the pelt into a muff for the young daughter of a Chinese laborer he fancied with a dark deprivation.

Beyond that, he knew not.

The cat, fiercely attached to his own fur pelt, didn't think favorably upon separating with it. Could the crafty cat contrive successfully to advance the wealth and social standing of his master securing his own feline future? Would the young Master accept his wealth with grace and dignity or indulge the dark desires he secreted with his newly acquired avarice?

The answer was simple:

In order to know true virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. ~ Marquis de Sade

• Language: English
• Publisher: Muffy Wilson
• Release date: Aug 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386358121

Muffy Wilson

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. Her father was a career officer and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France. She now lives a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy and sensual Literotica for several publishing firms ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

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Prurient

MUFFY WILSON

USA Today & International

Bestselling Author

PROVOCATIVE ROMANCE

Copyright © 2017 Muffy Wilson

All rights reserved.

DEDICATION

This favorite children’s bedtime story is written as a reflection of the dark side of our sexuality.

To

the young and adventuresome,

the wise and experienced,

the student and teacher in us all.

Some stories are written to be savored as we grow from infancy into twilight. We are human beings, voracious in our appetites to broaden our horizons. We stretch and soar to reach the heights of our exploration while we just as eagerly

grovel to the depths of our depravity.

To know one allows an understanding of the other.

Both feed a hunger that gradually grows into obsession.

The ying and the yang.

Vixen and virtue.

Virtue and vice.

"In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint

ourselves with vice."   - Marquis de Sade

Permit me to introduce you to vice...

KNOWLEDGMENTS

EDITED BY JOHN HUDSPITH ~ http://www.johnhudspith.co.uk/

Cover Art and Design by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design  http://www.bookcoverbydesign.com.uk

All cover art and logo copyright © 2017 by Muffy Wilson

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

PUBLISHER:  Muffy Wilson Books

Prurient

A Ménage Adaptation and Introduction of the

Marquis de Sade

ONCE UPON A TIME, IN a land so far and away that time was beyond our dreams, a poor hardworking miller lay ill and dying in the bedroom of his small, two-room thatched roof home. His only inheritance, humble though it was, to his three sons was his mill, a donkey and his devoted cat. Upon his death, the meager legacy was distributed by birth rank to the three sons without the need of clerks or lawyers, for they would have exhausted the bequest with their fees and levies. The eldest engaged the mill as his birthright, the second son entitled the ass, and that left the cat for the youngest as his patrimony.

The youngest, worried for his own health and future, knew the welfare of his older brothers would depend upon them joining their birthrights of the mill production and the use the donkey to create money by which to buy food and provide for their families. The younger son, while he did have a wild and vivid imagination, could see only one option of what to do with the cat: eat it – and make a muff of the pelt. He feared he would most certainly die of hunger. And what good would a cat pelt be except as a gift to someone with small, delicate hands? He twisted and paced as he wrung his hands full with worry before relenting to a heavy tiredness in his limbs, body and mind. He turned the way of the pigheaded puss and sighed before he fell into a deep and anguished sleep.

The conniving cat, having heard the lament from the young man, pretended not to have eavesdropped upon the youngest man’s expression of fear and grief. Having a sincere affection for his own pelt, the petulant puss jumped upon his young master’s sleeping cot, purred, mewed, curled around the strong young shoulders, then rubbed his soft furry face along his master’s unshaven chin and whispered in the young man’s ear as he drifted off to slumber.

I am loyal, clever and creative, young master, which you will find to be true if you but give to me a bag and a pair of leather boots to protect my feet from the briars and the brambles as I work to advance your fortunes. I believe you will discover that you are not as bad off with me as you may give thought to right now. I will see your dreams and desires come true, young master.

The clever puss, as thoughtful and wily at protecting his own skin as any other would be, also thought if he suggested an irresistible temptation in the ear of his slumbering master, he might incent him to further protect his tiny furry friend from any future thoughts of skinning his hide for a meager profit. The cunning kitty measured the tempo of his master’s breath and planted his haunches in the furrow created by his arm over his head and whispered rhythmically into the young man’s ear of dreams and things that tempted him beyond his control.

"Should you, dear master, be so kind as to spare my fur coat, as it has long been of great favor to me, I will see to